Fourth

Fourth freaking grade. I totally remember fourth grade. And if I recall correctly, a lot of crazy things started happening to my body that year. She is right there. She still wants to play Polly Pockets (for me it was CPK dolls) and doesn't fully understand why she has to wear certain undergarments every day. Everything I do/say/feel is SO ANNOYING to her but then she still wants to sit on my lap and be tucked in with a kiss. It is pull and push and she has just started to climb the first hill on this crazy roller coaster. But she is brilliant and beautiful and talented and confident and if I could somehow get her to remember this every day, I think we will sail through the next nine years.